Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 74 Interweaving ([-])

Deepwater Bay luxury villa area.

"Master, the guests are here."

In front of the low-key and luxurious study, Uncle Jie, the housekeeper, looked at the old man who walked in from the outside on crutches, and said respectfully while bending over.

"Ajie, you are guarding the door"

Tao Hongsheng wore a well-pressed suit, his sparse hair was neatly combed, and with a cane carved by a famous artist inlaid with jade, he slowly opened the door of the study and walked in.

The layout of the study room is elegant and Chinese-style, but the lights are hidden in the dark, making the whole room look soft even at night, just like daytime.

On the bookshelves on the walls on both sides, there are isolated ancient books and some excellent literary play.

At this moment, in this study, a well-dressed middle-aged man who looks a bit squat is standing in front of the bookshelf, reaching out and gently rubbing a vase of Yuanqinghua.

"Mr. Wang, it's been a long wait."

Tao Hongsheng walked into the study, looked at the chunky man standing on the bookshelf admiring his collection of antiques, and said hello softly.

"I haven't been here very long."

The middle-aged and stout man slowly put down the Yuanqinghua vase in his hand, turned around and nodded to Tao Hongsheng with a smile, "Mr. Tao can guess my purpose. As an emissary, I bring eternal condolences. By the way, I would like to ask Mr. Tao if he needs our help."

"Thanks to Eternal Constant's concern."

A faint smile appeared on Tao Hongsheng's face, and the crutch in his hand lightly tapped the ground, "But this time, I hope that you will not interfere until I see my son come back."

"of course."

The chunky middle-aged man spread his hands, "Mr. Tao, you are our most important member, I just want to let you know, Mr. Tao, that we will not let any member and his family suffer from other forces. Malicious harm. As long as you say a word from Mr. Tao, there are very few things in this world that we can't do. "

"I know what you can do."

Tao Hongsheng had no doubts about what the chubby middle-aged man said, but he still shook his head, "But some people may be incomprehensible to you. I have experienced wars, and I have also rolled in the bottom mud, I understand. what they want.

Before I see my eldest son enter the house, I will agree to all their terms.Money is not important to me, and the limit they can imagine is, to me, just a tiny number. "

"I understand what you mean."

The chunky middle-aged man bowed his head slightly, "We won't take any action until your eldest son steps in."

……

"Boss, if you want three bowls of beef noodles, big bowls, and the braised boiled noodles at the door of the store, give me a little of everything."

In front of a late-night snack shop on the corner not far downstairs of the Toad Palace Building, Yang Chu found a seat facing the street and sat down, greeting the shop owner who was constantly busy.

"okay."

The night snack stall owner in his 40s agreed, walked up to Yang Chu, and asked again, "Are you alone?"

"One person." Yang Chu nodded with a smile.

"Then I'll give you some stew first, and wait a moment for the noodles."

Although the owner of the supper shop felt that Yang Chu ordered a little too much, he didn't say much.

Walking to the road bamboo charcoal at the door of the store, I filled a plastic bowl with cuttlefish, tripe, fat intestines, fish balls and other stews, and brought it to Yang Chu.

Whoa whoa whoa-

At this time, outside the street, police cars whizzed past and rushed to the location of the Toad Palace Building.

"Wow, with so many police cars, what happened in front of Toad Palace?"

The owner of the supper stall glanced around curiously, and said a little surprised.

Yang Chu, who was sitting on the small table, had no abnormal expression, but quietly held a toothpick, tying up the bittern in front of him and sending it to his mouth.

This way of eating is actually not very efficient for Yang Chu.

There are already a lot of nutrition content in the books he reads. As long as he wants to, he can actually match a recipe that best suits his body needs.

But Yang Chu did not change this.

This sense of ritual eating, the smell and taste bud feedback received by the brain, the feeling that the stomach is gradually filling up, and the surrounding noise and fireworks make him feel that his consciousness and body will have something recovering. .

Although this process was short-lived, this feeling made Yang Chu look at things real.

"Your face, use it slowly."

Not long after, the shop owner brought up the beef noodles that Yang Chu wanted, and then hurriedly greeted the customers who came in from outside.

"It is said that there is a big case in the Toad Palace Building!"

"A lot of people died, and a lot of police came here."

"Didn't you say it's in Lan Kwai Fong? Why is there something wrong with the Toad Palace?"

……

In the small supper shop, a few customers who had just entered the shop were talking.

"Brother Nan, there are so many notes tonight, our plan for tomorrow is still..."

Suddenly, Yang Chu, who was picking up the bowl of noodles and eating, heard a voice pressing his throat mixed with the many noises of the supper shop.

The voice is very small, not as loud as the sound of cooking noodles and cooking in the store and the discussions of some people, but Yang Chu can still distinguish the content of the words from these.

Yang Chu didn't raise his head, and still ate the stew on his own.

His ability to capture the surrounding information, from the time he entered the store, he had noticed four people sitting on a table at the innermost position of the night snack store against the wall.

"What are you afraid of, Hong Kong Island has been messed up recently, we will definitely be able to do this." Among the speakers at the table, a man with white hair and a arrogant expression said casually.

"Abang, don't worry, step on it better."

A tall man sitting in the center chuckled and seemed to appease the person who spoke in front of him, with a confident expression and a scheming look, "Apa is right, recently the Hong Kong Island Police was arrested by an outsider. Guo Jianglong has turned the world upside down, and this time we have to make a name for ourselves. As long as we have money, nothing will be a problem, even if we have to go to jail, the brothers will be together."

After speaking, the tall man stood up first, "Okay, are you all finished? Boss, pay the bill."

"I'm coming."

The owner of the small stir-fry shop hurriedly reached out and wiped the apron, then walked towards the few people with a smile.

"Hey, eat three bowls of noodles alone, big stomach king!"

When these people passed by the door of the store, the man with white hair on his head glanced at Yang Chu's tabletop and let out a strange cry, causing the other three of them to look sideways at Yang Chu.

Yang Chu lowered his head and still ate the beef noodles slowly. He was completely indifferent to the glances of several people looking at him and the plans they mentioned earlier.

After the three bowls of noodles were boiled and boiled, Yang Chu paid the bill and left.

There are still police cars whizzing past on Leighton Road, which is an intersection away from the Toad Palace Building.

A large number of people on the street were congested, and occasionally reporters carrying equipment could be seen getting out of the car in the distance and rushing towards the other side desperately.

"...Which side is ahead/Who accompanies me on the run/There is no guidance along the road/If I walk up the narrow alley/Dream is like a fire/Who is crazy with me/The long night is getting frozen..."

On the other corner of the street, a young man with disheveled hair holding a guitar and singing, sang hoarsely on the street where no one stopped.

Yang Chu put his hands in his pockets, and in the hoarse and shouting singing, the figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

　The release time is Friday! !Friday! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)